My kids have impeccable timing. Like how they know they need a Band-Aid, a hug, to tell me a secret, or to ponder the latest episode of Octonauts the second I shut the door to pee. No, no who needs privacy? Come right in.
Or right when my arsce hits the kitchen chair after cooking, serving up and cleaning up a meal, that is when they need a drink of water.
And a straw.
No, not that one, the red one.
Oh what’s that? The little one now needs chocolate milk. Of course you do.
Since they have this keen sense of timing, why should I be surprised that when we plan family vacations, my healthy as a horse children get sick? Every. Single. Time
Believe me, I consider myself lucky because these two kids can really withstand a nasty bug that takes down a lot of their friends, and rarely do we have snotty noses in this house. I like to attribute their super healthy immune systems to my extended breastfeeding. Why else would I make my otherwise perky breasts reach new lows?
But healthy as they are, when they get sick they get sick and it’s always when we are away from home.
Take for instance our first trip to Disney as a family of four. We had long days planned at the parks, breakfast with the Princesses, and at least two or three turns on Dumbo. Here is our little lady on the plane. All ready to go!
And here she the minute we get to Magic Kingdom– BOOM– the sickest little lady I have ever seen.
Her brother is no better. Even though the kids and I have been at the beach most of summer, we finally got Hubby to take a few days off work to spend some fun in the sun with us.
The first day was perfect! Yay for family beach vacations! Let’s surf
And the next day, Hello ER for breathing treatments.
There is nothing worse than having a sick kiddo and no one wants to be sick away from home. You would think I would be better prepared since my kids save all illnesses for vacations. I open up the suitcase praying I accidentally dropped Tylenol in but nope, never happens. Insert worst mom ever title.
We are actually headed to Disney (yay for blogging conferences!) next week but Shhhhhhhhh…. it’s a surprise. I’m thinking if I don’t tell them we are headed back to see Mickey and friends I can fool them into staying healthy. It might work, right? Right?
So fingers crossed all germs stay away for next week and when I tell them Wednesday morning we are headed to Disney I get an awesome video of both kids screaming with joy and jumping up and down with excitement. Or I get a hilarious video of their disappointment that will make great blog fodder.